Worshipping Eirik

Eirik's breath hitched at the promise in Kaelix's words. His whole body was alight with sensation, every nerve ending hyper-aware of Kaelix's next move.

His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes were glued to Kaelix, who still wore the ceremonial robe. The robe was loose, teasing the hint of the body beneath, and Eirik couldn't help but feel a deep pull of desire.

Kaelix smirked, running his fingers lightly over Eirik's skin, feeling the shiver that ran through his body. Eirik squirmed beneath his touch, his muscles tensing as he fought to maintain control.

The teasing continued as Kaelix's fingers brushed lightly over Eirik's nipples, circling them with just enough pressure to elicit a reaction but not enough to satisfy. Eirik's back arched, his lips parting with a soft whimper. "Kae…" he began, but his voice faltered when Kaelix pinched one of his nipples just a little harder.